Ellen Ferguson
Raccoon Latrine invites readers to sit outside for a while, outside themselves, outside their back steps, outside all the other things. These poems suggest there’s somewhere else to go, somewhere in nature. The more intrepid short poems lightly massage the memories that rise in the evening while others, afraid to go out at night, watch the raccoons like television as they look for a place on the porch to relax. Sometimes experiencing nature fully is as simple as turning the page, whether you are a foster beagle, a character on the Sopranos, or anyone else you will find hanging out on the porch, or just under it.
